My Vampire Beloved Husband
Chapter 133: Tangled Dreams

Chapter 133: Tangled Dreams

Naomi couldn’t understand why the tears wouldn’t stop. They kept streaming down her face as she hugged him tightly. His hands gently caressed her hair, trying to soothe her, but the sobs only grew stronger, more intense, as though they were coming from deep within her soul.

"Why can’t I stop crying?" she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

She didn’t know why, but it felt like an unbearable weight pressing down on her chest—something hidden, something forgotten. A lost promise? A buried memory? The sorrow ran so deep, beyond what she could grasp, and it consumed her. The more she tried to understand, the harder she cried—not from pain, but from a sorrow so profound, so unshakable, that it shook her to the core. It was like being trapped in a whirlwind of emotions, each one feeding into the next, too tangled to unravel.

Her breath hitched as hiccups broke through her sobs. He rubbed her back in slow, comforting circles, his voice soft and gentle as if to shield her from the storm within.

"It’s okay, love. It’s okay," he whispered.

She clung to him, her voice trembling. "I don’t... I don’t know why. I don’t know who he was..." Her mind swam with blurred images. "His hair... long and black. He promised... he promised not to cut it."

Zylan’s body tensed at her words, the shift in his demeanor immediate. His hands cupped her cheeks, his eyes searching hers with an intensity that sent a shiver through her. "Was it in your dream?"

She nodded, the memory of the dream still vivid in her mind, like a ghost that refused to leave. Her heartbeat quickened, her body trembling in his arms, though she couldn’t say if it was from fear or something else, something far deeper.

His gaze darkened slightly, and though his lips curled into a reassuring smile, it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "It’s going to be alright," he said gently. He tapped her back, attempting to ease her trembling form, but the faint crease in his brow betrayed his true concern. His usual calmness was slipping, revealing the depth of his unease.

He gently caressed her hair, his fingers moving in slow, soothing strokes, as though he hoped the rhythm would calm them both. As she finally lay down, she rested her head on his lap, gazing up at him, seeking solace in his presence.

She sniffled, trying to steady her breathing before speaking, the words coming out more like a whisper than a question. "Why does it look so real? Why does it feel so real?"

Zylan’s expression shifted then, his voice unusually quiet—almost strained, as though he were the one afraid. His reaction surprised her. There was something in his eyes, a flicker of something she couldn’t quite place. Fear? Concern? She couldn’t be sure.

Then, in a careful tone, he asked, "Tell me... what were you doing in the dream?"

Naomi parted her lips to speak, but hesitated. She closed them again, unsure of how to put what she felt into words. Finally, after a moment, she found her voice, fragile and uncertain. "I... I couldn’t control myself. I think... I was weaving his hair." She swallowed, trying to push down the confusion building inside her. "I don’t know who he was, but he promised me he wouldn’t cut it."

Zylan’s eyes widened at her words, his irises darkening as his pupils dilated, a shift so subtle, yet powerful, it almost felt like a physical presence between them. For a moment, he didn’t speak, his gaze fixed on her, as though searching for something in her words, in her eyes. Then, his voice came soft yet firm.

"It’s fine. Go on. Sleep, baby."

It was then that Naomi felt something shift inside her. A sudden awareness prickled at the back of her mind, and she sat up abruptly, pulling away from him as the feeling grew stronger, more urgent. Something wasn’t right.

"Where are we?" she asked, her voice tense, the weight of her confusion pressing down on her chest.

Zylan met her gaze calmly, but there was something else in his eyes—a guardedness, perhaps, or a caution that hadn’t been there before. "We’re in Zaa’s city. I took you with me while you were drunk."

Naomi’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of realization crossing her features. "I’m sorry if I—"

Zylan shook his head, cutting her off before she could finish. "You don’t have to worry," he murmured, cupping her cheek. His touch was warm, soothing, and his words wrapped around her like a protective shield. "We’re in this together, baby."

Naomi hesitated, the uncertainty still clouding her thoughts, before asking quietly, "Will you be leaving tomorrow?"

She had asked because, from the way the place looked, it didn’t feel like a hotel at all. It was more like a full-blown apartment—everything perfectly arranged, even a small but well-equipped kitchen tucked in the far corner, along with a cozy dining area. Everything about it felt intimate, perfect for a couple. So she wondered if he would be leaving and coming back later, especially since he had brought her here with him. She was more than grateful that he was here now, that he was taking care of her, but the nagging feeling of uncertainty still lingered.

Zylan’s voice broke through her thoughts, steady and reassuring. "I have a meeting tomorrow, and you’ll be coming with me."

Naomi’s eyes widened slightly at the unexpected revelation. "You mean... I’ll go with you to the meeting?"

He nodded, his expression calm, but there was a trace of something else in his gaze, something that told her he was trying to reassure her, though it wasn’t entirely necessary. "Yes, you will. So sleep tight, baby. You’ll need to wake up early tomorrow and come with me."

She nodded slowly, still processing his words. A wave of nervousness crept in as she murmured, "What if... they don’t want me there?"

Zylan shook his head, leaning in until their foreheads touched in a gentle, reassuring bump. His voice was firm yet tender, as though he were grounding her with every word. "If they don’t want you there, then I won’t be going either. You’re my wife, I’m your husband, and above all, we are one."

Something about those words made Naomi’s heart flutter—deeply, warmly. It was a feeling of complete ease, a warmth that wrapped around her, making her feel safe. For a moment, she allowed herself to sink into that warmth, to forget everything that had been weighing her down. In his words, she found comfort, a promise that no matter what came their way, they would face it together.

Naomi suddenly knelt down—on the bed where he sat. Without hesitation, she reached forward and pulled him into a tight embrace. She held him close, her arms wrapped firmly around him, as if grounding herself in his presence, in the security he provided. It was almost as though the act itself was a reassurance to her heart, a way to claim the moment before the uncertainty could creep back in.

Zylan let her hold him for a moment, his body stiff at first, unsure of how to respond to the sudden intimacy. But after a few seconds, he relaxed, allowing her to keep him close. Then, he gently pulled back just enough to meet her gaze. His eyes were steady, unwavering, and he spoke in a voice that was both comforting and possessive.

"Once we’re home, I’ll take you to my room," he murmured, his tone low and intimate. "And when I do, we’ll make love endlessly, baby. So for now, sleep peacefully... and when the time comes, we’ll make babies."

Naomi stiffened at his words, a sharp breath leaving her lips. Her body trembled involuntarily, her pulse racing as a wave of dread washed over her. Tears welled in her eyes before spilling over, silent and unbidden, as though they had been held back for far too long.

Zylan’s brows furrowed in concern, the sudden change in her demeanor sending a sharp pang of confusion through him. "What... What did I say?" His voice was urgent, full of concern and confusion, as he reached for her, trying to understand the sudden shift in her mood.

She shook her head rapidly, her fingers clutching at his arms as if trying to steady herself, to fight against the tremors running through her. "Don’t say that," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "Please... don’t say that."

Because she remembered.

Those exact words—spoken in her dream.

The realization sent a shiver through her, fear creeping up her spine like icy fingers. She didn’t understand why, but a deep, unshakable dread settled in her chest, tightening around her heart as if something dark was lurking just out of sight. It was as though the nightmare and the waking world were starting to blur, the boundaries between them growing thinner by the second.

Then, as if fighting against that fear, she forced a small smile and stepped closer. She tilted her head up, her voice softer now, but laced with something unreadable. "No problem, my dear husband," she murmured, her lips barely moving. "I can’t wait for you to be inside me."